A place so scarlet in a well, tide is creeping up so tell. Stories of her golden time, night coming and the stars. Listen to her voice again, sister sinister will say.
You'd do anything just to get inside. you make me sick to my gut. but Ive got yours right here. im the sum of all your fears. . how does the dirt feel.
your fictional words cut so deep. the falsism of your life always comes back to me. on my knees. inhaling acid rain. screaming to god. to forfeit the pain.
daddy come back to me i cannot live without. daddy get away from me youre killing me. when you died a part of me a part of me died with you. . you you dont know what it feels like.
No more ways to hide your face. In a corner you are friend. Please don't give me your claim and lie. Look at me straight in the eyes. But tell me where is the fun.
When it's late and stars go to sleep. I lie and wait for a new Dream. . My State of Grace .... . When light fades. everything 'round. melts with shades.
Sounds like someone called my name.... Then, you see, I'm here.... Strange it is to find myself. in this noble place.. . Sure I kneel to the king of kings.
Let me introduce myself I'm your fear. Do you really know who I am?. I'll be everything you need or dream of. I'll slowly take you to the end. So many times I wish I wasn't.
Ready to leave for the pride of my King,. ready to sin for his love,. what a strange world, where a kingdom may fall. for a "caprice" of a lord.... . In my hall, there's a reek of sin that flows....
I'm settled in fear. Why? How?. Is death near?. . Broken and so uncertain. . Grounded foresight. Crowded hindsight. Ground too bitter. Stumbling center.
=============. music: engler / words: esch. if they say it's necesary/. to be disciplined and trained/. to transform their new ideas/. into history and pain/.
I bare my soul on a silver platter - my back to the wall blindfolded tied up battered. Yearning for someone someone to end this misery but will that someone anyone every come to rescue me?.
My brain is haunted by this scent. it takes me back to a past event. it's like a drug that I need every day. I need to preserve it, have to get it my way.
Outside the night. You lie behind. A glassy cold eye. Inner war streams into your dreams. War of senses. Still pursued, still desperate,. No chance to escape.
Welcome to slaughterhouse!!!. Territory, realm so gory, art of murder. Stress of small place, no act of grace,. Born to suffer. Chorus:. You go your bloody way, satisfied anyway,.
Evil boys. That forgot wigs at home. Create new history. Screaming something about war. . You little stupid nazi!. Who never used to think. Why you love to wear the shirt.
Thirsting, waiting... - I drank a sulphur feast. Then, silently...in an instant. Your flesh become me. ...and I was forlorn. My grave rose to the west....
We are the shattered illusions of a perfect world. We are the symptoms of your deceases. We are your self-imposed arch nemesis. And we are your broken hopes and dreams.
Lost in this place like fragments of another time. I close my eyes and see myself from above. Drifting apart like splinters of scattered glass. But we all have our own reasons to continue.
We were alone and on our own. In the dark between the stars. From the shadows to the pyre. Amidst the chaos, from the stars. . Love, life and liberty.